Post by Felicity Smoak on Dec 24, 2013 20:24:31 GMT -6
.:Name of Character:. Felicity Meghan Smoak
.:Nick Name:.
.:Alias:.
.:Age:. 25 (Born in 1988)
.:Physical Appearance:. Felicity has fair, light skin and blue-gray eyes which are usually covered by her glasses, as she wears them nearly all the time. Her hair falls well past her shoulders and down her back. She often wears it in a ponytail but is starting to style it in various different ways. Her makeup is usually natural with the exception of her lipstick which is usually striking and vibrant.
.:Height:. 5'8"
.:Portrayed by:. Emily Bett Rickards.
.:Personality:. Felicity is an open book, who is only just learning to lie and hold things back. She loved her boring job (which wasn't really boring but compared to now was super boring), and knew before jumping in that she was in over her head. She honestly cares for people, and at first disapproves of killing for any reason; though she slow becomes more accepting of Oliver's methods. She dose not hold back her emotions, which mostly range from empathy to awkward babble.
She will stand up for what she believes in, and against what she feels is wrong--as she did with Oliver about his killing people. Felicity is also very loyal, especially to those who are kind. This makes her want to help them even more.
.:Strengths:. Computer hacking, Computer fixing, awkward talking, keeping secrets
.:Weaknesses:. Public speaking, acting, fighting
.:Special Skills:. If it is on-line she can make it her bitch, but not really her bitch. But the pun. or saying.
.:Birthplace:. Starling City
.:Family:. Parents (will add when in show)
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.:Current Location of Residence:. Starling City
.:History:. Felicity worked at Queen Consolidated as an IT tech, and loved her job. She had been building computers since she was seven, and liked working with them better then dealing with people because she found herself saying things in the most embarrassing way--then when she says something in a mostly normal way, she begins to backtrack.
She was first approached by Oliver when he needed help on a mission, and then again several times after that on other missions. His excuses were clearly lies, but she helped anyway because she liked him--and he was her boss technology. Felicity tends to want to help people, and even more so when they are nice to her even though she lacks good people skills most times. Oliver was nice to her in the beginning so she helped him even though he was a lair. She liked to think his lies were so bad, because he wanted her to know he was lying but could not tell her the truth.
Walter Steele was also one of the men who were nice to her, and she wanted to help even though his request came with a warning that it could get her killed. When he went missing, she was left with the choice of telling the police what she knew, or going to someone else for help. In the end, she later went to meet Oliver and explain to him what she knew.
It wasn't until the night were she found Oliver bleeding in her back seat, that everything changed. She was pushed in to the world of crime fighting, and became the 2nd member of Oliver's team.
Felicity was up in the offices that actually got daylight in them, and was taking a moment to enjoy the view from the top; rather then her little office in the pocket of the basement near all the computer servers. Felicity couldn't help but to think that if she had a office up here she could have a pet plant. Not that plants were pets. They weren't. But it would make her office . . . . less computery.
Still, all this light wwoouulldd glare a screen. "Felicity, Hey, they said you'd be up here." Turning she saw Oliver, and she walked toward him eager to see him in passing. Oliver a good guy, nice and never looked at her like an idiot for her babbles! It was the fact that she thought him sexy as hell that she got all nervous and babbled anyway! Thought today there was something off with him.
"You look like something the cat dragged in." No offense. Or wait, was that going to offend him? "Not that, there are cats in this building. Well, once a cat did get in but a guard Tarazed it. Smelled like fur and static in here for like a week." STOP talking! He could careless. He looked like he cared less. Why bring up the cat? Poor cat!
"Would you mind stepping away from the window for a moment." The window? "I have a little bit of a hangover." Not surprising, he was billionaire playboy. You could take the boy out of the city, but not the . . . bar out of the boy . . . no. Oh, please don't say that out loud!
"Sounds like you need a bloody mary." Wasn't that the cure? Yeah, she's goggled things. Felicity didn't know from experience.
"Actually, my buddy Kevin is starting an energy drink company." Oh, another one. One of the now mentally famous don't call me Mr. Queen I need a favor, and here is the not story things. "He says its fantastic for curing hangovers but I 'm very particular about what it is I put in my body." And what a body it was.
"I've noticed." So sexy. . . . WAIT! She closed her eyes and prayed that one was a mental slip. "I said not noticed. Right?"
With luck he ignored her slip. "I'm trying to find a secret recipe, could you please do a spectro analysis of the sample and find out exactly where in the city its made." He handed her a thing that looked like two shots built together for double the injection. Painful. Who would drink from a needle? No one. Wait, what sort of drink was this?
"If its an energy drink, why is it in a syringe?" She hinted she knew he was lying, but they both knew she was already planning how to do it in her head. She was also mentally ranting at the billionaire who seemingly forgot she was a computer tech, not a chemist; and not his personal assistant! He should hire one of them. She's be some leggy model and no one would get any work done.
"I ran out of sports bottles." And this was his best plan B? She raised her eye brows, and turned to go do his bidding while mouthing 'ok' at the out right lie. Whatever it was call me Oliver was up too, it wasn't a cure to his hangover. [/blockquote][/div]
